I hold every date that I tried to kill myself dear.
Everybody thinks that I am now happy,
that I am doing so much better,
that I am no long depressed
But, in the cruel reality,
I am still sad.
I am still so sad.
And I still want to die.
Maybe that is why I told those days so dear,
and want to remember them clearly.
Because, now, I am not strong enough to try again,
so I still remember the days that I was.
I would give anything